Bulldog kisses are extra-slimy!
Saw (and heard) this hummingbird in the back yard of Tommaso & Lisa & Watson‘s house. I think it was an Anna’s (probably a female… edit: Tommaso says male, and that they’ve named him Allen), but I’m not 100% sure.
I run into Luca (may actually be ‘Lucca’, not sure) at Huntingdon Park quite frequently in the mornings. He is a happy golden, except when someone else has a tennis ball. (Although it’s okay if someone else has a tennis ball if he has two tennis balls. In his mouth. At the same time.)
Aside from ‘all the tennis balls’, Luca also owns the Huntingdon Park fountain, especially on hot days.
The patented ‘sad golden’ expression. Designed to get the golden in question EXACTLY what he wants in life.
A first for us: a full-blooded Finnish spitz! They’re a lot smaller than I expected.
I am reliably informed that Chrissie is super-loyal, and almost 11 years old, and that Gus is 8, and is Chrissie’s companion animal. I think we can all agree that if a human can have a companion animal, it’s only fair if a dog can too.
Tilly is the pup of a friend of Autumn’s, who has Irish music concerts at her house on a regular basis. Until quite recently, Tilly would hide in the back room and eventually get let out into the side yard so she wouldn’t freak out. Until last week, when they were having a workshop and apparently (I wasn’t there) Tilly came and sat under Liz Carroll’s chair. She has, after hearing all these concerts from outside, developed excellent musical taste.
And we were there on Thursday to see John Doyle play, and Tilly came right out and hung out and listened in the front row. Until John brought out a friend to play didgeridoo for one number. Tilly, looking quite offended, got up and walked out. But she came back for the next number. A dog of very conservative and traditional tastes, it seems.
I have had two people in the last two weeks tell me that I need to up my feline game, because caturday just isn’t caturday without at least some occasional, well, cats. The problem is, I’m almost tapped out! Need to see if I can get some more. In the mean time, here are the last of the Macy’s kittens from last Christmas.
So, I mentioned that we found Bentley (from yesterday) out in front of a cafe in Emeryville. But he was just one of two different dogs that we ran into at that same table at that same cafe on that same day. And the other one was every bit as awesome.
Introducing Taco, one and a half years old, and a delightfully happy Catahoula cur (or, as we call them around here, a ‘Hula-Hula Cat-Dog’.) Her parents wanted me to add the following information to the mix: she’s a rescue dog, and her favorite thing in the whole wide world is snuggling. All together now: AAAWWWWWWW!
Catahoulas might be high-maintenance dogs (they need a LOT of exercise), but damn, are they gorgeous.